Monday, June 13, 2016

The Invisible Dog

It's been a couple of weeks since this experience I'm about to share happened, but really it is too good not to share.

A couple of weeks ago, Grams (my maternal grandmother) started yelling for me.

"MISTY! MISTY! COME HERE!"

I walk into her room. She is lying in bed, but she appears to be awake. She is looking around and frantically waving her hand.

I asked, "What do you need, Grandma?"

"Will you take this dog and feed it? It keeps trying to eat my hand."

Now here is where I have to be totally honest. Usually when she does something like this I point out that there really isn't a dog there. It usually starts an argument and then I end up being called all sorts of names.

No comments:

Post a Comment

About Me

I am a 30-something single woman who loves Jesus more than anything and is striving to live a life that is focused on my relationship with Him. I love books, crafting, music, and spending time with family and friends.